Where the cool fall nights make the woods smell right and the fox hunter blows him horn
I fell in love with a girl from the town, I thought that she would be true
I ran away to Charlottsville and worked in a sawmill or two
What have they done to the old home place?
Why did they tear it down?
And why did I leave the plow in the field and look for a job in the town?
Now the girl ran off with somebody else, tariffs took all my pay
And here I stand where the old home stood before they took it away
Now geese fly south and the cold wind blows as I stand here and hang my head
I lost my love and lost my home, and now I wish that I was dead
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"The Old Home Place" as written by Mitchell Jayne Dean Webb
Lyrics © LYNNE GREEN-MELINCOFF D/B/A HOFFMAN HOUSE MUSIC
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